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            <h1 class="title">Chapter 11</h1>
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          <h2 class="subtitle">Lukas</h2>
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      <p class="first first-in-chapter first-full-width"><span class="first-letter first-letter-l">L</span>ukas paused with the candle held over her belly. He could paint her with the molten fluid for hours and never get tired of her enthralling reactions. Her back was arched, her hands gripping the frame of his bed. He hadn’t needed to bind her, but the presence of the ropes around her wrists had pleased her as he thought they might. And the red trails of the wax stood out starkly against the creamy perfection of her skin.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Again, he was astounded at how readily she’d given herself to him, at how perfectly she’d melded with him when they made love, and how his entire body still hummed from the orgasm they’d shared. She’d lit him on fire from the inside out, and the Wind in his soul made him burn even hotter for her, just as the candle flame flared from the tiny breath he let curl around it.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Her body, more than her words, signaled how much she needed the pain he was giving her. That a dragon female could give up her power so easily amazed him. They weren’t generally submissive to anyone but their own kind. That she’d chosen to submit to <i>him </i>was an even greater gift. Her trust made it even more apparent that she must be the One—then again, he’d known that from the moment he’d set eyes on her.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Belah’s hips tilted up against his ass again, her soft skin brushing against the underside of his balls, causing his cock to throb ever harder. Her skin seemed to soak in the heat from the wax, her body growing warmer by the second. No wonder she needed it hotter. He blew lightly again on the candle’s flame, just enough to feed it, to make the wax hotter. He could only take it so far without it burning up entirely, though. He was nearly finished. At least he was nearing his own breaking point of need to be inside her again.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Lukas,” she whispered. “Please. I need you.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">“One more second, baby,” he said, shifting down past her hips and gently pushing her legs apart.</p>
      <p class="subsq">She was skittish despite her obvious craving for pain. Some deeper demons kept her from letting herself go. He had to be careful, or he might scare her away. He’d heard enough stories of turul finding human mates, only to have them run because they were spooked by the instant adoration.</p>
      <p class="subsq">He slid a palm over her warm thigh and she obligingly shifted, spreading herself for him.</p>
      <p class="subsq">The way her pussy opened for him was mesmerizing. He wanted to taste her, but held back. She needed something different.</p>
      <p class="subsq">He tilted the candle over her stomach and let a continuous stream of wax run in a long line down the center. With a spark of creativity, he altered the path to make a full circle, then continued in a tightening spiral. It pooled in her navel and she cried out a breathy moan, her belly tightening and quivering. He continued lower still, using his knees now to push her legs even further apart and urging her to bend her legs to spread her pussy wider.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Belah was panting hard now, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. He held the candle upright for a second to let more hot wax collect in the caldera around the wick. Keeping it poised there, he bent his head between her spread thighs and captured her swollen clit between his lips, unable to resist a taste before he gave her the final gift. Her velvet flesh was hot and slick, and it was all he could do to release her instead of delving in with his tongue. He pulled back just far enough to give himself room and tilted the candle over her flesh.</p>
      <p class="subsq">The red stream trickled across the top of her cleft first, and she jerked against her bindings.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Lukas paused. “Too much?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">“No. Sweet Mother, I love it.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">The brief taste of her had already made it clear how much she loved it. Her sweet snatch was dripping with her arousal, her clit hot and swollen with need.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Lukas’s head pounded with the unmistakably deep connection he already had with her after their earlier lovemaking. Everything after was a treat.</p>
      <p class="subsq">With a slight turn of his wrist, he let the rest of the wax pour out, right on target.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Belah bucked her hips, as though inviting more of the molten fluid to flow between her legs. With his free hand, Lukas gripped the back of one knee and pushed it up and wide, then sent another hot stream of wax against her sensitive flesh, this time letting it trickle further down between the cheeks of her ass.</p>
      <p class="subsq">She let out a resonant cry that included his name repeated over and over, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.</p>
      <p class="subsq">He blew out the candle and tossed it to the floor, then bent and blew on the still cooling wax. It instantly hardened, and he kept blowing until it froze entirely, cracking from the shock of the quick temperature change.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Please, please, I need you,” she cried as her flesh trembled beneath his breath.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“You got me, baby.” Lukas brushed the fragments of frozen wax away from her pink folds and released her leg, moving close between her thighs, his cock in hand where the candle had been moments earlier. This time, he’d fill her with his own molten fluid.</p>
      <p class="subsq">He thrust hard into her, reveling in the way her muscles immediately clamped down around him, as though she never wanted to let him go.</p>
      <p class="subsq">She struggled against the bindings and he reached up to swiftly untie her, but didn’t let her move her hands down. Instead he twined his fingers through hers, holding them above her head while he pistoned into her with hard, urgent strokes.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“That’s right,” he said in response to the look of utter worship she gave him. “You’re all mine now, aren’t you? Let me feel that sweet magic when you come for me, baby. Give it to me, Belah. My love.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">She answered with her body’s silken curves undulating beneath him, rising to meet each of his steady thrusts. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and her muscles gripped his cock so perfectly he struggled not to let go too soon.</p>
      <p class="subsq">She didn’t speak again, only lifting her head to capture his mouth with hers. He sank down atop her, devouring her lips and tongue with his and simply letting their shared orgasm carry them both away like the current of a strong breeze beneath their wings.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“I never want to stop,” Lukas whispered once his climax subsided and he could gaze into her eyes again with a somewhat clear head. “How in the world do I stop after finding you?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Hmm, maybe we just take a breath and enjoy the moment?” Belah suggested. She made no movements to dislodge his cock from her body, nor did she remove her legs from around his hips, though she relaxed a tiny bit. She’d closed her eyes and seemed to be listening to something, with her head tilted and her mouth a soft curve of a smile that he wanted to kiss, but was too curious about its origin to destroy it just yet.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Why are you smiling?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">“You’re inside me, and I love it.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">Lukas raised an eyebrow and glanced down between them to where his cock was still solidly entrenched inside her, steadily growing hard again. Belah laughed.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“No, that isn’t what I mean. Your magic is in my blood now, and it makes me hear music.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">“What kind of music?” he asked, a little worried.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“<i>Your</i> music. I hear every note. I <i>feel</i> every note in my soul now. I am yours, aren’t I?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">Lukas studied her face, trying to grasp the enormity of the moment and suddenly having trouble even believing that he’d found her. <i>Her.</i> Part of him almost rejected the idea that he could be so fucking lucky that she’d walked into his life. That she felt his music in her blood, in her soul … he could barely believe it, but he saw it in her eyes, and knew the truth passed from her lips when the Wind didn’t contradict it.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“You’re my <i>One</i>, Belah Blue. About fucking time I found you.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">He sank into her deep and buried his head against her neck. She sighed and rose to meet him.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Their bodies merged again and again, chests pressed together and hips rocking in tandem. He took them both over the edge repeatedly, rejoicing every time she cried his name.</p>
      <p class="subsq">They eventually parted, sticky from sweat and exhaustion. He pointed her toward the bathroom that adjoined his brother’s room, hoping Iszak hadn’t returned from his gig yet. Blues shows tended to run later.</p>
      <p class="subsq">She returned, carrying a warm cloth that she wrapped around his limp cock, cleaning him gently. The motions of her hand stroking him with the damp terrycloth made him hard again. He groaned.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“I don’t know if I have more in me, baby.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">She cupped his balls and bent down, kissing each one gently. Somehow he was sure the act was intended for more than just to turn him on. When she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, he knew he wasn’t getting to sleep until she was good and ready.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“You taste like you’ve got more,” she said, and kissed the very tip of his cock. Her tongue flicked out and he saw the forked tips for the first time. More than that, he <i>felt</i> what they could do, teasing around his head like there were two.</p>
      <p class="subsq">Thankfully, she only tormented him for a few moments before taking him entirely in her mouth. Even after his previous orgasms, he didn’t last long. It was all he could do not to grab her head and ram her down onto him to get more depth, but the second he clutched at her silken hair, she took him all the way until he was sure she couldn’t breathe. He lost all sense with the sudden, slick heat of her throat around him and came harder than he had before, surprised at the volume he produced after making love with her for hours already.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Fuuuck!”</p>
      <p class="subsq">Belah sat back and licked her lips. Her entire body glowed and Lukas could only stare through half-lidded eyes at the beauty who’d just blown his mind. Dragons… who knew? They glowed after sex.</p>
      <p class="subsq">He lifted a hand to reach for her and paused to stare at his own hand, which also seemed to be glowing. He waved it experimentally in front of his face.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“Shit …” The word sounded odd in his ears. “Did you roofie me?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">Belah snuggled down beside him, every inch of his body coming alight with her touch. He had the strongest sense of his every cell reaching out for hers and turned to wrap himself around her.</p>
      <p class="subsq">“I don’t know what that means,” she said. “I’ve been out of touch, remember?”</p>
      <p class="subsq">He chuckled. “Sorry. I feel high. You know what that means, right? Drugged. Loopy. Loaded. Stoned. Flying while still on earth. You missed the seventies, or you’d know all this. I fucking <i>loved</i> the seventies. At least after ‘Nam was good and done and I was still alive. I did all the drugs, and baby, yours is the best.”</p>
      <p class="subsq">He shouldn’t have mentioned Vietnam, because that brought to mind all kinds of horrors, but her steady stroking touch made all that go away again, until all he cared about was her soft skin and the gradual sinking of his consciousness into sleep. His last thought before darkness took him was: <i>Thank you for her.</i></p>
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